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Cof^RiSHT. 1896, BY Edwaho S. Steele. 



Published by the author, 
1522 Q Street, N. W.. Washington, D. C. 



ARMENIA IMMOLATA., 



Ho YK! Ho ye! all Europe, ho! 
Ye Nations hear and patronize! 
Unequalled realistic show 

On the World stage we advertise! 
Our repertoire will render flat 

Your little operas and pla5-s, 
Your wagers of the ball and bat, 

Your hunting rides, and all the craze 
Of wheel and sail on land and main — 

Yea, even tame the bulls of Spain! 
Revival ours of classic sports, 

Now with a brilliance to be seen 
Which, should it reach the heavenl}- courts, 

Would turn the eyes of Nero green! 
To day comes forth the Turkish beast, 

Three days kept hungr}- in his den, 
On the Armenian slave to feast. 

Who meets him arm-ed with a pen! 
Sure we shall win j^our approbation, — 

There, France and Russia on the right — 
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The cost not a consideration; — 

The Triple Friends shall have the sight 
Here from the left, and in the center 

L,et Britain spread her cloth of gold! 
All in between ye small folk enter — 

America shall stand and scold! 
Now all right merrily shall chime. 

Ye knightl}' gentlemen, compose 
Your little quarrels for the time; 

Somewhat to reason each man owes, 
And to the general happiness; 

Your feuds shall suffer no abate ^ 

For an altruistical recess. 

Now come ye all and come in state! 

II. 

Forthwith the powers and dignities 

Proclaim a truce of God, and seek 
Through all their ancient treasuries 

A garb of pattern true antique. 
Not easy sits the classic mode 

Upon the tender modern frame, 
And some do chafe beneath their load. 

Some bear it with a look of shame. 
Soon over all the games prevail, 

Right well the beast doth play his part; 

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So doth the martyr, too— each wail 
Sounds as it issued from the heart! 

III. 

Meanwhile out of that inner heat 

That thrills anon the human kind 
And rends the cold, incrusting sheet 

Of stale traditions, lies enshrined, 
Accords of jealous interest, 

Hatreds of race, and bastard rights. 
And every influence unblest 

The bloom of human love that blights- 
Out of the soul's hot inner cell 

Breaks forth implacable a curse. 
The curse of him who loveth well — 

Of all the curses none is worse. 

IV. 

Accurs-ed be all they that hate 

Their brother, so to serve their God! 
Soon had I cursed thy name, O Fate, 

Had I not seen thee ready .shod. 
The besom in thy seasoned hand. 

To sweep six centuries of the Turk 
Out of a desecrated land! 

Woe be to him who stays thy work! 



Yea, woe unto the recreant tribe 

That hath no legion for the Lord; 
That for a warrior sends a scribe 

To palter with a prodigal ward! 
Where is j^our manhood, O ye States? 

Ye Governments that govern down 
All in the soul that elevates! 

Ye hj^pocrites who, prudent, frown 
On S3'rapathy that warms the breast. 

And boast you of the devilish grace, 
Save in the name of interest 

Ye meddle with your neighbors not! 
Ten fleets to guard a gilded pot, 

Not one to lift a bruised race! 

Y. 

Time was when power of sentiment 

Fired Europe with a frenzied zeal; 
The stars out of their courses went 

For what the Christian heart did feel. 
Then babes with mail-ed knights did vie 

To rescue from the Infidel 
The place where once their Lord did lie, 

A rended shroud, an empt}- shell. 
Fanatics were they, minds distraught; 

And yet meseems did body there 



Some energy of noble thought, 

Some prescience of a holy care 
Of man for man, to be fulfilled 

As man grows more and symbol less, 
And sympathy no more is killed 
By creed's intolerable duress — 
By the duress of creed and greed 

And race and rank and worn-out codes. 
Awake, O Man, and find thee freed! 

Stand up from under thy brute loads! 
Be thou thyself and claim descent 

From the eternal Great and True! 
Were but some dawning glimmer lent 

Thy mind of what thou art and who, 
Thy spirit with amaxe should sink 
And sit astonied one whole day, 
Then from the vision new life drink, 

And, casting its dead past away, 
Rise in a glowing golden youth 

To share the omnipotence of love, 
The immortality of truth! 

The quick ideal thy choice should move, 
And not the fossiled precedent; 

Reason set free should free the heart. 
And with th}^ being's full consent. 

Thy powers no longer vainly spent, 
Shouldst thou fulfill thy natal part! 



VI. 

In vain! in vain! I learned erewhile 

Man rises not on high with wings, 
But creeps the circuit of a mile 

To rise a foot in spiritual things. 
Even so, O Christian man! are still 

Too few of tutoring leagues behind 
To set thee on the little hill 

Where common justice rules the mind, 
Where plain humanit}^ has sway — 

Yea, even on some level higher, 
Where pity doth her weeping stay, 

And love offended lights a fire 
That heateth judgment seven times hot 

Against the bigot's cruel ire, 
Which love or reason toucheth not? 

By Heaven! hast thou no heart as yet, 
I'd think thy nerves would set thee wild 

At sight of rapine without let. 
Of slaughtered man and maid defiled. 

Of homeless mother, starving child. 
And of a patriotic race 

Crushed in its ancient dwelling place! 



VII. 

In one regard I plainly see 

Thou hast betimes great progress made; 
Religious prejudice for thee 

Hath in its sepulcher been laid. 
It grieves thee not that they who praise 

A prophet whom thou countest none, 
Afflict a land, from ancient days 

Holding the faith which is thine own. 
But pride thee not in progress such; 

It is the progress of disease, 
That holds thee in its numbing clutch 

And soon thy vital parts shall freeze. 
If thou wert truly tolerant 

Thy blood within thy veins would boil 
That creed, the worst or best, should plant 

Its foot on an unwilling soil. 
It is not breadth but policy 

That holdeth back the avenging hand; 
Of all the Turks the worst is he 

Of Christian name in Christian land. 

VIII. 
O Europe! O America ! 

If ye but knew this fatal day! 
If ye could read the eternal law 

Now at the parting of the way! 

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If ye, beholding thus distressed 

This pilgrim, leave him here to die, 
Ye are his murderers confessed, 

The guilt upon your souls will lie. 
T'will follow you through many a year, 

Corrupting the sweet tides of life. 
Now in insidious blight appear, 

And now break forth in horrid strife. 
T'will nullify religion's claims, 

T'will mar your literature and art; 
T'will choke society's best aims, 

To greed new energy impart. 
Nor even so shall ye evade 

The dreaded specter of the East; 
Until by right or ruin laid 

It shall intrude into your feast. 
But if ye do the deed of men 

And save your brother here half-killed, 
Then shall 3'e be as born again, 

Your life with upward impulse filled. 
Your better selves once shaken free 

Will loath submit to other chains; 
And from your deed of charity, 

Your own shall be the larger gains. 



IX. 

O friends of peace, dear brethren mine, 

Me of your inner circle name. 
Unless the peace which 3-011 design 

With anarchy is one and same. 
It is not war but government 

When justice wields the avenging sword; 
And force in name of justice spent 

Is oil on troubled waters poured. 
Where reason is let reason rule, 

And law where men submit to laws; 
But with the cutthroat 'tis a fool 

Attempts to arbitrate his cause. 
Nor ends responsibility 

Within the nation's narrow close; 
The world is one community. 

Each state to all allegiance owes. 
And w^ho hath power and doth neglect 

To rescue from the oppressor's hand 
The wronged of any race or sect 

In Christian or in pagan land — 
Who hath the power and lends not aid 

Doth sin against the primal right, 
Which man not Turk nor Frank hath made 

But citizen cosmopolite! 



X. 

What doeth the Turk in power still 

As ends the nineteenth century? 
Lacks aught of shame his cup to fill 

Of unassuaged iniquity ? 
Lacks aught of cruelty and blood ? 

Lacks aught of treachery and lies? 
Lacks aught of crime 'gainst womanhood ? 

Lacks mad fanaticism that plies 
All villainies in Allah's name? 

And what redeeming deed or trait 
Stands out to mitigate this blame? 

On what kind thought does Justice wait ? 
What seeds of omen good may hide 

Deep in the Turkish breast, God knows; 
Scarce will they spring while rampant pride 

Yields ever fresh return of woes. 
Meanwhile thy lightsome hopes to plead, 

The cause of justice to defer, 
Makes thee a partner well agreed 

In the ensuing massacre. 
Nor will thy pennyworth of food, 

Dispensed with ne'er so pitying dole, 
The ruin of a race make good, 

Or take the curse from off thy soul. 



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Master, I pray thee look upon 

This vexed j'outh, my onl}' son; 
Behold, a spirit taketh him 

And suddenly he crieth out; 
It bruiseth every manl}- limb 

And ceaseless harrieth him about — 
Now flingeth him into the fire, 

Now dasheth him upon the earth; 
And plagued with these afflictions dire, 

'Twere better he had wanted birth. 
And thy disciples did 1 ask 

To cast this grievous demon out; 
They could not do so hard a task, 

And left our minds of thee in doubt. 
But now, canst thou do anything, 

Let thy compassion lead thee on; 
Have pity and deliverance bring 

To this my torn and pining son! 



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